Following our trip to Seaworld with the inlaws, we took a little trip to the Oldest City in the U.S.A . This city holds so much history and yet is filled with so much life. Walking through St. Augustine there were many unique shops and cute boutiques; it was definitely and active community with many other tourist and locals (and even some locos) roaming around. Not only is this little city filled with endless activities but it is a beautiful site for the eyes. I don’t believe there are enough words to even explain how special a place St. Augustine is; sure it’s hard to find parking, but you definitely won’t mind paying 10 bucks for a spot by the time you leave.

You sure can work up an appetite exploring downtown St. Augustine, so somebody got a little hungry for ice cream when they saw it peeking out of the front windows of The Fudge Bucket…(yes,I’m guilty for wanting to stop for Ice Cream! The strawberry ice cream tasted as good as it looked, I thought it was going to be homemade ice cream but it ended up being Blue Bell brand. I Initially just wanted some ice cream to snack on but then my husband and father in law found out that this little Ice cream shop was a part of something MUCH bigger. They had a kitchen towards the back where they offered a menu of burgers,sandwiches, and endless fudge.(hense the name Fudge Bucket.) The people behind the counter were really down to earth and friendly to us first timers. Alan (my hubby) and I shared a delicious club sandwich; which filled us up before our Ghost and Gravestones Ghost tour .

The sun had set and now it was time to do some real exploring of a not so living world. I am really into ghosts ( I don’t have like ghost hunting tools or anything like that) I just find it all so fascinating and I do certainly believe that they exist. (Maybe I’ve seen too many scary movies) Anyway, everybody finally was seated on the trolley that would take us around St. Augustine’s spookiest spots and we were at the front of it all. The host was a bit cheesy and his storytelling skills weren’t the best but I wasn’t going to let that take away from the eeriness of this old city. He told tales of a young boy in a tree, a haunted school, and a daughter of the gatekeeper who roams the city welcoming you or perhaps warning.

The two places that intrigued me most were the grounds of the lighthouse and the Old Jail but the one that I felt the most uneasy was the Old Jail. We went to the second level I believe and I went into a cell all the way in the back on your right facing the end wall it felt colder than all the other ones I accidentally kicked a bucket that was in there,which resulted in me screaming. Lyla was getting a little fussy so my husband and I had to leave that cell block to feed her and while we were out feeding her we heard a loud bang coming from downstairs or somewhere behind us; we couldn't explain it because the whole group was still in the same cell block. Spooooooky!

What a way to end a night in the oldest city in the USA by visiting its most haunted building.